A daily big walk to appease the hyperactivity gods. I went along the canal towards the Spree and ended up taking a walk with Tariq's ghost at the Soviet Memorial. I still think of him often. These excursions are my Hyperballad.

Today, I walked over to our daily place, the Soviet Memorial. In the same place as our last hangout is a single yellow flower in a blank square of grass. I miss him very much. The grief will continue to come in waves but now it’s possible to feel it through.

I’m ready to concentrate again.

ACHTUNG! ACHTUNG BISCHES! I of
ficially crown my drag daughter, Mx. Prinzessin Glückskeks!

Sunset in Poland

Tariq falling asleep to his favorite tv show.

I pulled out my trusty old Sony a7s the other night. It’s been a long time since I did photography because it felt good. All is done in camera with only a little more contrast and saturation on top. It woke something up in me, even as an experiment. I started packing the camera in my backpack again.

Lesbian cruising doesn't exis. . -Hold up a minute! 🥰

This has never happened before. He looks so relaxed! 😍

Tariq F. Bobariq enjoying the park.

Friday night with Mr. Tariq F. Bobariq